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I hate to use my first blog in a long time to whine, but when I stopped to think of what's going on in my life right now, all I can think about is the crap stuff. So I'm hoping that by writing it all down I can get it out of my system and then maybe focus on the good stuff.
First of all, my mother was just in Singapore for a three-week visit. We had a great time, but we all joked that my 73-year-old mother is way younger than the rest of us. She wore us all out, including my teenagers! (Of course, I should go on the record as saying my kids have gotten pretty lazy lately and aren't in the great shape they once were.) Mom was ready to go-go-go every day, so that meant a lot of days where I would work, work, work just to get ahead so we could have one day where I didn't have to work. I sacrificed sleep too. So now that Mom has been gone for about five days, I'm coming down with something. She left Tuesday morning and on Friday I started to feel "off." Here it is Sunday night and I'm still not well. It actually feels like strep throat without the burning throat. Weird, right? Especially since that's what makes strep throat, strep throat! I've got something going on back there, but not quite sure what it is. Thing is, I can't go to the doctor because there's really nothing to treat quite yet. So I'll have to wait until the symptoms get worse or maybe go away on their own. I'm hoping for the latter.
While Mom was here I was having some pretty bad pains in my leg. My right calf was burning. The cramp would begin almost immediately as we began walking anywhere. Just three or four steps (at a snail's pace even) and I was in excruciating pain. I went to the doctor while Mom was still here and he ordered an ultrasound. I didn't want to go while Mom was still here, so I made that appointment for Thursday. So the day before I started to come down with this non-strep-throat thing, I found out that I have a torn calf muscle. In fact, the doctor said it appears as though it's a chronic thing and that this has been happening for a long time, possibly even before my injury six years ago that led to my knee surgery five years ago. I was told to rest the leg. My doctor doesn't want me walking anywhere. He said if I have a choice to walk a couple of blocks or take a taxi or bus, I should opt for the public transportation. No walking. Period.
So now maybe you see why I can't think of anything else to write about right now. I'm living in a foreign country where all I wanna do is walk around and take in the sights. There are many great tours out there. I've been on several, but not all of them. But for at least six months I can't go anywhere on this leg if it involves walking on it. And while I'm resting that now, I've got this crazy non-sore-throat thing I'm also dealing with.
But -- I've got it all down now. It's been written. So maybe I can walk past this and figure out what's next, or at least find the good stuff in my life that seems to be hidden behind my shadow of misfortune.
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